Yang Yu's movements were neither fast nor slow, not as violent and urgent as in the past, but natural, smooth and freehand.
銆愭帹 drill鄪笅锛屽挭鍜阒呰 faintclounder
Just like great painters and national chess masters, all the routines are memorized in their hearts. They no longer need to deliberately do them when making moves, they will become familiar and flow naturally...
call!
Yang Yu probed his arm, and it was like a big spear thrust out. With it as the center, air flow surged within ten feet, and a strong wind suddenly rose, but it was not scattered enough, and it was pinched into the palm of his hand by his pinched fingers.
Wow!
The little light disappeared in an instant. Yang Yu's grip seemed to drag down the night, and the deep ink fell down instantly.
"Dark Demon Knife?!"
For a moment under the cover of deep ink, the onlookers felt their eyes go dark, as if they had lost their perception of the outside world, and Fang Liexue, who was the first to bear the brunt, was even more horrified.
He and Yuan Fei have no friendship, but they are still in Longyuan Road, so why can't they recognize the Night Demon Sword?
The moment Yang Yu stepped forward and clenched his fist, he clearly smelled the scent of Yuan Fei's Night Demon Sword, although it was far less strange than Yuan Fei's that seemed to deprive the five senses.
But the taste is right!
But how is this possible?!
Yuan Fei had just died more than ten days ago. Even if the person in front of him was an unprecedented genius, how could he have mastered such a weird and superior sword technique to this level?
Moreover, what about the injuries caused by Yuan Fei's death blow?
'Could it be his Dao Fruit...'
At the moment of thinking, Fang Liexue let out a loud roar, his eyes were like lightning, as if a bolt of lightning was about to cut through the darkness and cut off the haze.
Didn't hold anything back.
Fang Liexue's expression was solemn. Before he could break through, Yang Yu had already killed Yuan Fei with the Night Demon Sword. What's the point of breaking through?
If he hadn't taken advantage of the moment when he had just broken through and failed to control it perfectly, he might have been doomed today.
boom!
The mud and sand surged violently, and the long street roared.
Fang Liexue stepped heavily on his feet, and visible to the naked eye, there seemed to be a red light flickering in his chest, and the surging blood energy and true energy seemed to turn into the shadow of a furnace with surging magma behind him.
Qi, blood and Zhengang surged together, and terrifying levels of power went rampant. Fang Liexue's already burly body expanded by three points, and his armor was stretched to the point of cracking.
There are five levels of foundation building, with the furnace being the most important.
This step is called the melting pot of qi and blood in martial arts, the 'golden elixir' in Taoism, and the 'relic' in Buddhism.
The names are different, but the realm is actually the same.
They all use the True Gang to bind the blood and qi, concentrating the blood marrow and slurry, thereby breaking the limits of the physical body. At this point, the warrior's blood and qi will not weaken due to old age and physical weakness.
As quiet as a fly, an earthworm, and a meson, as dynamic as a dragon in the sky.
Fang Lie had been kept warm in the blood furnace for many years, but this time it was pushed to the limit. A red color spread all over his body, and the blood vessels and veins under the skin bulged to such heights.
boom!
Sounds and explosions followed, and the spear poisonous dragon Teng Yuan ejected, like a peacock spreading its wings, filled with extremely strong iron-blooded evil energy. What could not be suppressed was Fang Liexue's high-pitched explosion that reached into the clouds:
"kill!"
boom!
The sound of Peiran's zhenqi was interrupted by a higher roar before it could spread out.
Knead the five fingers together and make a fist seal.
In an instant, red and gold intertwined into the night sky, and the extremely majestic power was vividly displayed at this moment.
After dozens or hundreds of attempts in the fantasy world, Yang Yu has already figured out all the levels of Zhen Gang and the furnace. There is no need to adapt again. Once he breaks through, he can exert his full strength.
The true power is transformed and forged in the furnace.
The rise in realm finally helped Yang Yu break the bottleneck that had troubled him for many days. The hegemonic fist he learned from Zhang Xuanba also broke through to the seventh level after the Four Elephant Arrows of Heaven's Will!
"call!"
Between his mouth and nose, there was the smell of iron and blood that could only be found on the battlefield, and the real fist force hit him like a tide. Fang Liexue's spirit was in a trance for a moment.
Under this punch, he seemed to see a substantial illusion.
The flaming cloak, the wind-chasing red cloud horse, the gold-plated phoenix wings, and the powerful figure that resembles a god and a demon.
This is……
"Get the essence of domination?!"
Fang Liexue was startled, and fear flashed in his eyes.
There may be people in the world who have not heard the name of King Zhao of Xifu, but that certainly does not include those in the army. As a veteran general in the army, even though he did not have the opportunity to fight in Liujishan, how could he not know the hegemonic fist?
In Linlong Dao, there are eight thousand black armors, everyone knows the Ba Fist, and everyone is a soldier. However, even among the Xuanjia Jingqi, the number of people who can get the essence of the Ba Fist is only one palm.
And this also includes the two great figures, the old prince and the Linlong King.
Of course he knew that Yang Yu had acquired the Ba Fist from nowhere, but how could he obtain the essence of the Ba Fist?
How can someone who has never even set foot on a battlefield develop the essence of domination that can only be forged in iron and blood?!
Roar!
The spirit of gold and iron horses surges, followed by the roar of dragons and tigers.
In less than a breath, Yang Yu had already stepped over dozens of feet in one step. The red-golden light in the sky was enveloping his five fingers in the flowing wind, assisting him in this dominating fist move.
The fist seals were suppressed, and the night was dimmed. The overbearing and ferocious fists were more terrifying than the night demon sword. They squeezed out all the light with incomparable brutality and brought the darkness of death.
when!
Fist and gun collided, and the harsh sound of gold and iron echoed far away.
In less than a moment, the shadows of guns all over the sky had disappeared, and only the smoke left by the violent friction between the fists and guns filled the long street.
Buzz!
The big spear, which was as thick as a pebble, was bent like a bow by the fist seals intertwined with red and gold. The barrel of the spear was red and hot. Fang Liexue's eyebrows were dripping with blood and his eyes were red.
The moment the fist seal fell, he finally understood why Yuan Fei was killed by someone who jumped over the rank.
This is the frenzy of the four great powers of inner breath, qi and blood, true power, and body. Not only is this power not weaker than him, it is even stronger than him!
'I lost!'
In an instant, Fang Liexue even had the thought of retreating in his heart.
But in less than a moment, the dejection had been swept away, replaced by an extremely violent ferocity.
"There are only Baizhou soldiers who fight to the death, not Fang Liexue who escapes!"
When this thought flashed across his mind, Fang Liexue lost all cowardice and flinching in the face of Yang Yu's brutal and domineering punch.
Beng Beng Beng~
Like a bed crossbow stirring, the nine big tendons in Fang Liexue's body were instantly stretched to the limit, and then, they all collapsed in an awe-inspiring manner!
Fang Liexue is a warrior and has a military background. Fang Liexue's first level is horizontal training. Although his horizontal training is not as good as that of Duan Qilong, one of the four great gods, it is still the result of a lifetime of honing.
But at this moment, he directly destroyed the foundation of his horizontal training, and at the cost of breaking his muscles, he exploded with power beyond the limit!
"Let's burn together!"
A roar as fierce as fire resounded, and Fang Liexue resolutely cut off the tendons, exploded the furnace, and fired the gas, erupting with a fierceness he had never seen in his life.
After actually resisting Yang Yu's breakthrough, he used Zhen Gang, Qi and Blood, Inner Breath, Niu Jiu Er Tiger, and the Buddha's Elephant Throwing and Splitting Mountain Shocking Techniques as the basis to launch a seventh-grade hegemonic fist!
The barrel of the gun was straightened, just like its straight spine.
At this moment, his life burned to the most intense intensity in history.
"General!"
Everywhere along the long street, the masters of the Baizhou Army felt something. They looked at the figure burning like a torch with tears in their eyes.
Taoist Yu, who had already retreated several miles away and was watching the battle from a distance at the top of the city, caught a glimpse of this scene, and a trace of emotion flashed across his face.
"Why fight to the death?"
He sighed slightly.
He believed that if Fang Liexue had stopped in time, begged for mercy, or even knelt down and kowtowed, his life would have been saved.
Compared to life and death, what are the things like wealth, glory, and famous sect?
He didn't understand, but he also had a hint of admiration in his heart.
At least he wouldn't do anything that he knew would lead to death...
Moreover, can we really die together?
Looking at the small courtyard in the west of the city, he shook his head in the heart of the Taoist. Suddenly he felt that he was not safe enough. After sighing, he retreated thirty miles away.
"Martial arts masters have their own will after all!"
Looking at Fang Liexue, the man and the gun fused into one body, striking straight towards him like a rainbow piercing the sun, Yang Yu couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart.
From the time he stepped out of Black Mountain until now, he has seen too many warriors, strong bandits, lone thieves, disciples of aristocratic families, masters of large sects...
But there are really not many people who have such a pure will.
Seeing Fang Liexue put down everything and use all means to kill him, the contempt in his heart for this man's sneak attack finally disappeared.
Bang bang bang~
Amid the rage caused by the burning spear, Warden Yang stood up, the ferocious spear light piercing the air current, splitting the long street, and striking his Zhen Gang like thousands of powerful bows.
After Zhen Gang was transformed and forged in the furnace, he thought to himself that he was no longer inferior to any master in the world, and those high-ranking masters didn't even know it.
But Fang Liexue was no longer his match.
His five senses are superhuman and his mind is sharp. The moment he saw Fang Liexue, he knew this in his heart.
Boom!
The red-gold light shone through the long street, and it was so dazzling that even Qiu Zhanyu, Bu Lingxu and other Zhengang masters saw nothing in front of them at this moment.
There was only one sound and two huge roars, and then, at the center of the battle, the two equally hot streams of blood suddenly went out.
boom!
There seemed to be thunder exploding in the ears, and immediately, there was a soft "chi" sound of a steel gun thrust into the ground.
The indescribable force overcame the severe pain surging throughout his body. Fang Liexue's eyes widened in anger, and he saw the figure with torn clothes in the dazzling light.
The spear that contained his lifelong practice finally pierced the terrifying and terrifying Zhen Gang. However...
Looking at the sunken gun marks on his chest, Fang Liexue's eyes darkened:
"The indestructible body of Vajra?!"
The Four Symbols of God's Will, Qinggong, Sword Skills, Domination Fist, Unknown True Gang, Weird Ways of Exerting Power, and this horizontal practice that looked like the indestructible body of Vajra - flashed before his eyes one by one.
How could a boy who had just reached his prime age and was less than one-third of his age find the time to practice so many superior martial arts?
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood was spat out, burning the ground, and green smoke rose like boiling oil falling to the ground.
'After all, we were defeated...'
Fang Liexue heard a voice in his ears:
"My true martial art has not yet become famous..."
Not famous yet?
Homemade?!
The last thought was exhaled along with the turbid air:
"good!"
The person has not yet fallen, but his breath has expired.